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a disclaimer stating that this is a disclaimer stating that this is a
disclaimer stating that…. (one thousand years later) that this is a
disclaimer stating that I do not own Harry Potter. Ooh, who likes
Full Metal Alchemist?

The light streaming
through my window on the first day of classes should have been a
hopeful sight to me, and it would have been, if I had not remembered
right then and there that I had to spend it with Malfoy.

My timetable was a bit
promising. Since Malfoy had picked mostly different elective classes
than me, we weren't with each other the entire day. I still
had to stomach Defense against the Dark Arts, History of Magic and
Charms with him. Hopefully, there wouldn't be enough time to talk and
then subsequently get into a fight with him during class time. I had
to keep my position.

I wondered if they had
ever had to replace a Head Boy or Girl because of the behavior. I
guessed that they didn't, because Uncle Harry's father was a big
trouble maker, but he still kept his title. The most they probably
did was threaten to take the title away.

I ate breakfast
quickly, because I had double Defense against the Dark arts that day,
and everyone wanted it to be their time for that class,
because on the first day, Harry Potter came to lecture. It was cool
for some of the kids, because they didn't see him regularly. I just
wanted to see my Uncle, because I had barely seen him that summer,
seeing as my Auntie Fleur took all the girls (including the mothers)
to France.

But I liked it, to say
the least. I met a boy named Jean. He was my age, and we had a little
fling for a few weeks, but since we lived in different countries, we
decided to remain pen pals. Since he went to Beauxbatons, he still
had another year of school after I graduated. He said that he had
been to England before and liked it. He told me that he wanted to get
a job there after he graduated.

But, I digress.

I walked through the
corridors to the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom. The subject
was taught by Professor Smith. He was a… well, an acquaintance of
my parent's and aunt and a few uncles. They had been the ones to
create Dumbledore's army, which was now just an extra-curricular
Defense against the Dark Arts class for students who were really good
at the subject instead of an underground student gang that took on a
tyrannical teacher and a very powerful dark wizard.

I had arrived in class
a few minutes before the bell rang, as was my normal routine the
years before. I took my regular seat at the back, knowing that Albus
would be sitting next to me, as per usual.

The rest of the class
was filing in, and I couldn't help but notice that came in with his
arm around Violetta Montague. Ugh, it was only the first day of
classes, and the git was already flaunting the fact that he
had nearly every girl in the school wrapped around his finger. It
made me sick, so I looked away. Albus' getting into Slytherin was the
best thing that ever happened to that house, I reckoned. It needed
some decent students that could raise the arrogant reputation of the
vast majority of the least-liked house.

The
raucous clapping that pervaded the room knocked me out of my reverie.
My uncle had entered the room. Though most students hated being
lectured, they liked when someone who had personal experience to come
and teach, and Uncle Harry was
an auror who had personal experience defeating one of the most
powerful wizards of all time.

As we were in seventh
year, he talked about what he was doing in his seventh year. He
wasn't at school after all.

Everyone was silent and
listening attentively; even Malfoy, which surprised me extremely.

I could feel the air of
disappointment in the room as Uncle Harry finished his story, and the
bell rang.

"Man, no matter
how many times I hear that story, it just never gets old, does it?"
Albus asked as we left the room.

"You
just like to say that he's your
father to make everyone else jealous," I smirked.

"Yeah, well,
there's that," he laughed.

"No
wonder you're a Slytherin," I joked. "You just love the
attention, don't you? While you have your father as head of the Auror
department at the ministry and your mother as the ex-captain of the
Holyhead Harpies, my
father helps Uncle George with his joke shop, and Mum's in magical
law enforcement. Not that I envy you, of course. I wouldn't trade Mum
and Dad for the world, but the Filibuster Fireworks accidentally
going off in the house, I could do without."

"You
talk too much; did you know that, Rose?" he laughed.

"Oh, shut up, and
respect your elders," I elbowed him in the ribs.

"What
do you mean?" he asked. "We're the same age!"

"For
now," I smirked. "I'm a full month older than you, and you
know it."

"So what? That doesn't make you my
elder,"
he said. "That just makes you sound old."

"You're
right, I retract that statement," I smiled and then looked at my
watch. "Aw, crap! I'm late for Charms!"

"See
you later, Rose," Albus, who didn't have that class, waved me
goodbye.

I ran as quickly I
could to Professor Flitwick's classroom. Thankfully, I made it before
the bell rang, so I was still in good shape.

"Ok,"
squeaked Professor Flitwick as the class started. "Today, you
will be paired up with the partners that you will have for the rest
of the year. Now, let's see. Mr. Goyle, you'll be with…"

I basically tuned in,
though my ears were still waiting to hear my name.

"And Miss Weasley
will be with Mr. Malfoy," he concluded.

Wait,
what? I screamed inside my head. No
way! No WAY am I pairing up with that git! I must have heard wrong!
Oh, please let me have heard wrong!

But,
unfortunately, that was not the case, for Malfoy was walking towards
me with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"I
can't believe that he paired me with you,
Weasley," he sneered.

"So, would you
prefer someone like Violetta Montague?" I asked scathingly.

"Of
course
I would, Weasley," he said. "First of all, she's much
prettier than you, and…"

I basically tuned him out like
I had the professor, only I wasn't listening for anything. Albus may
talk about me
talking a lot, but he obviously had never been partnered up with
Scorpius Malfoy.

There was nothing to
do, anyway, seeing as it was the first class of the year. All we were
supposed to do was get to know our partners, but I wasn't too keen on
getting to know Malfoy.

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